Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-12-01

Wild ln1ln maiden, Setch ez the sun uOn
shine ON nor the stars don't wink at now
adays.
"One day Prince Gungle- -jib-goggle-
eyes pap sent fer him, an wen the
young prince went afore the king. the OIL
man says:
"'Wall, Gungie. my son'-he alluz
called him Gungie, the king did, cause
he were gener'ly pressed fer time-'Gun-
gle. my son, says he, sling on another
eagle feather er two, put a couple o more
coats o. red ON yer nose, fetch up yer
cheeks with green an yer forrid with
blue, an look ez scrumptious ez ye kin,
fer thuz gointer be a weddin' at our
house t'-night, an you're to be the fort
nit bridegroom
"Ughr said the prince, in deep, bass
voice. Injins alluz says ugh! in deep,
bass voice, Peleg, if they'm real ginywine
hand painted Injins. 'Ugh! said the
prince. An who's the unfortnit brideT
'Calabingo-bungo-bang,' replied the
king.
THAT was the gal the king had picked
out fer the prince, an the one the prince
didn't want to marry. She were a proud
an high steppin' Injin gal, an that's
wat they called her Calabingo-bungo-
bang fer, ez that means Carries-her-
head d-so-high-she-eats-clouds Prince Gum
gle jib-goggle-eye were knocked clean out
by this order Of his pap's, but he braced
up an didn't show it.
"'Ugh.' said he to his pap, IN be in
time for the funer'l!' An with that he
walked out. He went straight to his
sweetheart Paw -paw-chink-a-pin an tole
her the jig were up ez fer ez their gittin'
spliced were concerned.
"'The oil man gives his orders, said
the prince, an that settles it. II you
only had some winter clothes, now, says
the prince, me an you would cut sticks
outen this, says he, an dig fer Canady.'
"'Say, Goggly,' says Paw-paw-chink-
a-pin, do you know th't you make me
very tired? Ye hain't got no more back
bone thin cattypillar, says she. Il tol'
you long ago th't / were goin' ter hev
half o. that wigwam o. your'n, an I'm
goin' ter hev it. too, an don't you fergit
it, says she. Il don't know e'zac'ly how
at this present writin', says she, but tn
hain't no redskin gal th't hoes corn
gointer sheer that wigwam with you but
me, says she, AN We hear me, Gogglyl
l hev shouted, says Chink-a-pin, and she
strutted away ez sassy as banty rooster.
"But the prince didn't feel Jest right.
He were all broke up. He walked an
walked, an the fust thing he know'd he
found th't he had clim right up the east
side o. Squawkee hill, an stood plumb
on the edge O. the big yawnin' gulley.
II he'd ha' took one more step he'd ha'
gone down inter it, an I wouldn't ha'
had no story to tell ye bout him. sonny.
But he didn't take the step, though he
stood thar for spell an had notion to.
Then he turned to 60 back, wen his eve
fell onter a tree ez had been blow d down
an laid clear across the gulley, maxim
sort o bridge from one side to t'other.
Gungle- jib-goggle-eye hadn't no sooner
see the tree layin' thar, thin he ups an
walks over it. an, / guess, were the fust
human beih' or Injin th't ever pressed
foot on that island, top O. OIL Squawkee.
The prince sot down, an the lonely place
only made him feel wuss thin ever.
Bimeby he got up to go, an at that very
minute wat sh'd heave up in front Of
him but whoppin' big painter, with
eyes like balls O. fire. an his jaws a.
workin' an his tail a-lashin', showin'
th't he were good an hungry an bound
to hev a supper. The painter stood on
the fallen tree one one side o. the gulch,
an the prince had his foot on t'other end
Ez luck would hev it, the Injin didn't
hev consarned weepon with him, COM
in away from hum like he did, an thar
he were, on the edge Of gulch a mile or
80 deep, an a hungry painter disputin'
his gettin' away from it. The painter,
seein' tht the Injin didn't make no move
to come over to him, picked hisself up an
commenced to go over to the Injin.
Gungle- jib-goggle-eye looked down at
the tree whar it rested on his side of the
gulch, an noticed fer the fust time that
tn want more thin an inch of il restin'
op the edge. All he were thinkin' of jist
then were to save hisself from the
painter, an he begun to kick with all his
might at his end o. the tree. Little by
little he could see II give. an jist
ez the painter had got within ten foot Of
him, an were crouchin' fer his last
spring, the tree give way, an booml
boom! boom! crash! crash! crash! il went
inter the gulley, carryin' the painter
with it. 1t want until the sound o. the
crashin' tree had been swallered up in
the dep's O. the gulch th't it struck
Gungle-jib-goggle.eye wat he had done.
He had done up the painter, but now
how was he gointer git often the top o.
oil Squawkeep Thar were the gulch on
three sides O. him an the straight up-an'-
down ledge on t'other. The tree th't he
had kicked down were the unly way be
had had to git back from the island, an
thar he were.
"'Jee whiz, says the prince, bimeby.
Its tol' able sartin th't tn won't be no
weddin' TO our house t'-night, says he,
'an' that's a leetle comfort, anyhow,
says he, an he laid down under q tree
an went to sleep. He was woke up by
eagles a screamin' an noticed th't Q
couple o. the biggest eagles he had evel
zee had nest in the top Of a tall dead
pine clus by him.
swell, Peleg. three days went by an
Gungle-j -jib-goggle-eye begun to git hun
CRY up thar on the top o. ol' Squawkee
He had trapsed the hull length of th'
circlin gulley, but tn want no way Il
git 'croet it. Not havin' any weepons h
couldn't kill nuthin' 10 eat, an roots an
berries not bein' over plenty, he begun Z